Real - does not run after you. It goes nearby.
Quietly. Strongly. Hard.
And when you reach your top -
He stands there. Or she.
The one who kept with you.

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This post is a reminder of the power we have inside. About the choice: fall or rise. And about how often on the way to our own top we find what we didn't even look for - real love.
It's not just a word - it's a feeling that is known to anyone who has not given up at least once.